The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-01-17
b, DEER HUNTERS STORY.


How his Gun Killed Fine Buck AT
ter he had been knocked End
over End.
Il guess l never told ye bout my
fust deer hunt, an I'll tell it tew We
now" said DIR. Banty Hull, the famous
lager" doctor of Carbodale.
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Wal. arter we'd got in the woods an
jeff ID put the houn' on track, he
showed me q runway, an then he
said: Now, Banty, you stan right in
tn middle O that runway, an don't
leave it fur a minute. The deer II
come down this way, an when he gifts
close 'nough fire at him. I'll go over
on that air hill yonder an stan on
that runway, an eff hear you shoot
fore see any deer I'll run over an
see what kind o. luck ye'vc he'd
$50 | got right in tn middle O. tn
runway, 'cordin to Jel1's orders, an
JEFF trudgcd of tew find his standin'
spot. Durin' tn mex hour l could
hear tn dog a-yellin' now in one d'rec-
ton an then in t'othor, up on the hill
Dove me now, an way down in tn
valley few minutes later, an all this
time ] stood right in tn middle O. tn
runway an jest trembled, cause I was
fraid l might miss tn deer ef got q
shot at him. was tar nal sight more
anxious to kill deer SOS tew let JEFF
know could shoot leetle than l was
tew murder n inherent animal
for his meat, an so l KEEP up cour-
age an waited. I'd been there nigh
on to three hour. when JEFF come near
'nough to ask me il I'd diskivered any
deer yet, an when told him l hadn't
he spoke few cherrn' words an went
away. 1t was an alfred cold day fun
that time O. th' year and standin' still
in that one spot made me numb all
over. But l was gritty and tough in
them days, an L made up my mind
tew stan there till dark fore I'd give
in.
II could see by the sun it was a good
ways arter noon when heerd tn hodn'
a-yelpin' way up on tn hill Dove
where was. He'd been up an down
SO many time that / didn't count on
his scarin' any deer down my way jest
then. My fingers was like so many
clothes pins, they'd got so cold, an so
/ laid down tn muskit took off my
mittins. an slapped my fingers agin'
my body to timber 'em up Little. Jest
as was pickin' up my gun agin ]
heerd rattlin' Of hoofs in the runway
right 'bove me. an when looked up
there was strappin' big buck deer u
maxim for me at a rate that made me
SILVER wuse'n ever. The way he was
bearin' down on me jest paralyzed me
through an through, an he 'peared to
me as big as m elephant. His head was
throwcd way back, his big horns stuck
out on both sides, an he didn't see me
nor nothin' else. 1t wasn't five seconds
fun tn time fust seen tn buck till
he banged agin me, knockin' me end
over end two err three rods down tn
hill. The gun flew out o my hands,
struck agin rock, an went of. As
good luck would have 1t. tn muzzle
was p'inted down the hill directly at the
runnin buck, an, by thunder, as true
as I'm lookin' you in the eye this very
minute, the bullet an two buckshots
hit the deer right back o the left
forrard leg, an killed him in his tracks.
He went head over heels when the shot
struck him. but he never got on his
feet arter that.
Il picked myself up quicker'n flash.
brushed of my clothes, grabbed up my
gun, and run down tew where tn dead
buck laid. JEFF heer'd tn shot an
hurried over there. He was q sheep
ish-lookin' Teller when he seen me a.
leanin over tn buck. He was a-lafiin'
out loud fore he'd got near enough tew
see tn dead deer; but he LATED out o.
tother corner o. his mouth a little
later. JEFF d a put me in tn middle o.
TIL runway tew git knocked over. don't
We see?' An when he seen I'd killed
a deer as slick as grease he was so dis
comboberated he couldn't speak. The
Joke was on JEFF. but it was five year er
more fore told him 'zact ly how tn
deer met his death. an then he